The early poems of John Clare 1804-1822: General editor Eric Robinson: Edited by Eric Robinson and David Powell: Associate editor Margaret Grainger |
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PEACE
I seek for peace—I care not where its foundOn this rude scene in briars & brambles drest
If peace dwells here tis consecrated ground
& owns the power to give my bosom rest
To sooth the wrankling of each bitter wound
Gauld by rude envys adder biting jest
& worldly strife—ah I am looking round
For peaces hermitage if here its found
& sure that breeze that oer the blue wave curld
Did wisper soft ‘thy wanderings here are blest’
How different to the language of the world
Nor jeers nor taunts in this still spot is given
Its calms a balsam to a soul distrest
& where peace smiles a wilderness is heaven
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